Crowley was an excellent Dom. A fucking good one too. Castiel only hoped that he could be just as good of a submissive in return for Crowley.
The control Crowley exerts over Castiel is loving almost, filled with loyalty and a need to possess and own. He lets Castiel know that he is Crowley's—heart and body. Crowley is demanding, and he expects many things—things that Castiel is more than willing to give….but in return Crowley almost seems to give more than he takes.
After Castiel had finally admitted his submissiveness they talked further into the night. Crowley admitted he knew the dynamics of a Dominant-submissive relationship somewhat, but that this would be a learning experience for him as well.
Even if Crowley is supposedly new to this lifestyle it doesn't show—in fact, Castiel sometimes has to wonder if the man was researching the different challenges and aspects of being a couple getting into Dominant and submissive dynamics. Crowley was firm and demanding when they were at play…but afterwards, when Castiel has collapsed sore from being fucked or from being flogged, Crowley will take him in his arms and draw a bath, or lie there with him, soothing Castiel and sweetly rubbing his back. He'll trace the burning red marks on his ass and back, admiring the work, his work.
"Good boy." Crowley intones, a reward for his service. Castiel can't help but blush, burring his face into the crook of Crowley's arm. "You're damn beautiful Cas." Crowley whispers, and now Castiel really wants to hide, because that's not true. That can't be true.
"Never doubt it." Crowley orders, voice hoarse. He cups Castiel's face, lifting the younger man's gaze so they were looking eye to eye at each other, snuggling safely beneath the sheets. "You're not allowed to think differently. You're mine, Cas. I take great pride in what's mine."
Castiel's eyes shine bright. His muscles are sore and his body decorated with the marks and bruises of his willful submission, and in a way he does feel beautiful. He figures that if Crowley, the person he has started to build his whole world around, believes him to be special…well then maybe he is.
They kiss briefly before falling asleep—the kind of sleep so heavy and immediate that it is dreamless. The sheets are soft, and Crowley is warm, a fire in the chilly night that Castiel clings to.
Castiel has a feeling that Crowley is a natural Dom. As time goes on, he begins to believe it even more.
Crowley pushes Castiel's limits, but does not break them. His instructions concerning Castiel's submission are not just sexual. In fact, Crowley sees to it that Castiel's social skills are improved. He goes to several parties with Crowley. They're not wild parties but the experience is foreign to Castiel all the same.
After attending several parties with Crowley Castiel feels he almost has the hang of it. Sometimes he's still awkward when talking and meeting new people, but most of his nervousness has faded away. He no longer freezes up when asked a question by a stranger—and he even works up the courage to dance with Crowley when the music starts playing.
It's one of those songs that calls for a slow grind. Crowley possessively places his hands over Castiel's hips, and moves Castiel easily, slotting him into place so they're back to chest. Castiel can feel the hard outline of Crowley's cock, even through layers and layers of jeans. He grinds his ass back onto it, pleased when Crowley stiffens and growls deep into his ear, tightening his hold on Cas almost instinctively.
"Come on." Crowley hisses lowly, "You. Me. Bathroom. Now."
Crowley doesn't give an explanation, and Castiel does not ask for one.
The party they're at is at the apartment of one of Crowley's close friends—a guy named Ash if Castiel can remember correctly. The place is almost packed, and tight clusters of bodies make it difficult for Crowley and Cas to make their way through the crowd. Crowley is obstinate though, single mindedly pushing through group after group of people. He's holding Castiel's hand tightly, and Cas simply lets himself be pulled along, stumbling to keep up with Crowley's pace.
They finally make it to the bathroom, which thankfully doesn't have a line. Crowley practically pushes him in the room, and locks the door behind them. The booming base of the music is reduced to an almost distant hum. It's quiet, and Castiel can hear his own heart beating loudly in his chest. He frantically tries to anticipate what Crowley wants, what Crowley needs. Castiel wants to be the one to give him that need, he wants to be the one that can fill it.
"On your knees."
The statement is hoarsely said, and as soon as Castiel hears it his movements are automatic. His knees hit the ground with a hollow thud.
Crowley slowly walks forward, steps smooth and sinuous. He unbuckles his belt and slips it out from his pant loops. Soon the bulge of his crotch is directly at his eyelevel. The intent is clear, very clear.
Crowley lean down to casually trace the curve of Castiel's bottom lip, and instinctively Castiel's tongue darts out. The wet pink tip flicking out to wet the pads of Crowley's fingers.
"Beautiful." Crowley whispers.
Castiel can't help but make a contented, needy sound at that.
"I think we both know what comes next, Cas." Crowley unzips his fly, unleashing his cock. It hits the cool air, bobs invitingly in front of Castiel's mouth, lips parted to once more take it inside. "Suck it. You're gonna make up for the last blow job you gave me."
The last blow job… The one where Castiel told him he was a submissive half way through. The one where Castiel never finished. Fuck.
Castiel surges forward, licking and kissing the head and length of Crowley in worship. He won't stop until Crowley's cock is wet and slick from his ministrations. He lavishes attention, loving the texture of velvet steel underneath his tongue. Castiel can't help but feel proud of himself when Crowley's breathing starts to become uneven, his breaths ragged at the sight of Castiel down on his knees, giving everything he has in him to this one task.
"Fuck, you love my cock don't you, Cas? Such a freaking slut for it." Crowley spits out, he's leaning up against the counter of the bathroom sink, hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard that his knuckles turn white.
"Hmmmm…" Castiel manages to let out, because now, in one smooth motion he's taken Crowley inside the hot, burning wet heat of his mouth, lips stretched obscenely around Crowley. Crowley practically gasps at the sight.
Castiel wants everything, all of it and more—and when Crowley's cock hits the back of his throat he works through his gag reflex, instead glorifying in the way the man above him reacts to the feeling of tight muscle fluttering around him, and greedy lips sucking him. He puts everything he has into pleasing Crowley, swirling his tongue around the circumference of his cock, tonguing the sensitive underside of it.
"Such a fucking cockslut." Crowley murmurs, biting his bottom lip and tinting it red. Castiel lets out a choked moaning sound around the cock in his mouth. "Doesn't even matter if it's my cock filling your holes, huh Cas? Just need it all the time. Maybe I should tell everyone out there that you're open and ready to service every goddamn cock in this place…Would you like that? All of my friends just filling your sweet ass and mouth with come? You'd be covered in it Cas, begging for every single man in this place to fuck you."
Castiel comes in his pants at that image of Crowley watching him from across the room as cock after cock unforgivingly fucked him from both ends. Castiel can almost picture it, being covered in globs of come, it running down his pale thighs—how swollen his lips and hole would be. He can almost hear Crowley yelling encouragement as he would be passed from man to man, made to sit and ride them until they were brought to completion—with no thought or worry of his own satisfaction.
In reality he knows that Crowley is entirely too possessive of him to actually "share". It's one of Crowley's traits that Castiel loves. However it doesn't stop Crowley's words from having effect—the flood of come in his jeans is evidence of that. He shudders as he comprehends the fact that he's come, untouched, simply from blowing Crowley and listening to the man suggest idea after idea that send a thrill of dirtywrong throughout him.
"Holy—fuck! Did you just come? Just from that, Castiel?" Crowley seems torn between amazement and wanting to punish him for coming without permission. The punishment, Castiel knows, will come later, for now Crowley seems overwhelmed by this realization—and he comes too, spilling down Castiel's awaiting throat.
Cas is careful not to spill a drop, and after Crowley is finished he delicately cleans him with soft, almost kittenish licks that almost border on shy. From above, Crowley traces the curve of Cas's cheek, and then his lower lips again, pausing to admire how swollen and wet his lips are now.
"You're such a good boy, Cas." Crowley praises, carding his fingers through Castiel's hair softly. Cas leans into the touch, mewling at the feeling. "I love how much you fucking enjoy sucking my cock…. You know the rules though, and as much as it's a fucking turn on to know you don't even need a hand on that dick of yours to get off, you know better than to come without permission."
"I—I'm sorry, Crowley." Castiel weakly replies. He's torn between the heady afterglow of his own orgasm and Crowley's praise—and the shame he feels at knowing he's disobeyed Crowley.
"Don't worry, Cas." Crowley confides, "You'll have more than enough opportunity to make it up to me. We're going back to my apartment right away. I'm going to give you your punishment when we get there, but before that I want a chance to fuck that sweet little slut-hole of yours."
Yes, Crowley, though he claimed to have never done this before, was a great Dom.
And Castiel would do all he could to be just as perfect as a sub.
